[She sighs, folding the bathing costume over her arm. A little self-consciously, she tugs at her skirt to straighten it out; it's one she'd pulled out of the box of spare clothes, not the one that she'd been wearing when she'd arrived, and it's a very daring cut for a grown woman by her home's standards, but the soft ruffled pleats still fall well below her knees.] I'm sure I must come across as a terrible prude to most around here, mustn't I? Everyone else seems to come from places so much more liberated than London.